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Sloan Rider sat at the mahogany desk, her brow furrowed in concentration. She wasn’t just an architect; she was a preservationist, a woman who made her living saving old buildings from the wrecking ball. But tonight, she wasn’t drafting a restoration plan. She was writing a letter she had been avoiding for months.

Sloan turned to face him, her eyes fierce. "I’m not betting. I’m promising. I’ve done the math, Arthur. I’ve found the investors. I’ve done the legwork you were too busy to do. The 'Rider Plan' works. It just requires patience." missax sloan rider

Arthur watched her sign, a look of respect settling in his eyes. "You’re a stubborn woman, Sloan Rider." Sloan Rider sat at the mahogany desk, her

The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the downtown Chicago high-rise, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold and crimson. Inside the quiet office, the only sound was the rhythmic scratching of a fountain pen against heavy cardstock. She was writing a letter she had been avoiding for months

"And you’re a sentimental fool, Arthur Vance," she countered. "Deep down."

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